Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I should have known better...
An era has dawn upon me. It is just a plain simple talk. Silence? Communicating? Full of self-entertaining buzz words to befit one's ego. Yes, it seems anything, everything beifts one's ego of just one self-pity dan self-direction to the destruction of the spirit. The baton is only a baton without anything useful being inherited. Vision and mission. Buzz words that are created out of hell and fire. Eventually it destroys. Life of human beings, nothing resembles the one sound of the bees that can produce a sweet honey in just a short time. And in that plain simple words, they should have known better. Or I should have known better. And above all, neither they nor me, Allah the Knows-All, the Ever-lasting, the Greatest.
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